Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“I need you naked,” he purrs.
I smile shyly. This is it—the moment I’ve been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. It’s been a long time for me. Too long.
He steps forward and kisses my lips softly as he reaches around and undoes my bra with one hand.
Like a pro… he’s done that many times before.
Stop it.
His eyes drop to my breasts as his hand comes up to cup them. “Perfect,” he mutters as his thumb dusts back and forth over my nipple.
Our eyes lock and he drops to his knees in front of me. I hold my breath as he leans forward and inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking good.” He growls against my panties.
Oh hell…
He slowly slides them down my legs, slips them off, and then nuzzles into me, his lips kissing my inner thigh as his eyes close in pleasure.
“I need to taste you. I want you on my tongue,” he mutters to himself as he stands. He meticulously unclips my suspender belt and then slides it off over my hips, bending to roll my stockings down each leg… and there I stand completely naked and vulnerable. He kisses me as he pushes me back until my legs are touching the bed. He lays me down and then spreads my legs open. His eyes drop to my open sex and he smiles darkly. “That’s the angle I was looking for,” he whispers.
I giggle as I look up at him, standing at the end of the bed still dressed in his full suit and tie, and here I am naked and spread eagle on his bed.
I don’t want to lie here like this for him while he’s fully dressed. “Cameron,” I plead.
His dark eyes hold mine. “What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you.” I wriggle around on the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure between my legs. “I want all of you.”
With his eyes still burning a hole in mine, he takes his suit jacket off and then rips his tie to loosen it. My sex clenches in appreciation. I watch as he undoes the tie, slides it off, and then unbuttons his shirt.
My heart starts to hammer at the first glimpse of his naked skin. His broad chest has a scattering of dark hair and his stomach is rippled with a distinct V that disappears into his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation. This is going to be so good. He kicks his shoes off then slowly unzips his suit pants and slides them down his legs. He’s wearing tight black Calvin Klein briefs; his hard cock is just peeking above the waistband.
With his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs, revealing the biggest damn dick I have ever seen. His dark pubic hair is short and well kept.
I have no words. Yes, I do.
Holy fuck.
My mouth goes dry. He’s so beautiful. He’s the perfect male specimen.
I had remembered this about him. I remembered that he was hung like a horse, but until you see it in the flesh you can’t quite put it into perspective. I thought maybe my memory had exaggerated it somehow.
Not in the least. In fact, I’m not quite sure I can take him without it tearing me in half.
My insides start to liquefy and that dull ache makes itself known. His hand drops to his cock and he gives himself three long, hard strokes. I can see every vein in its thick length and the pre-ejaculate is beading on the head. With each stroke, my insides clench.
“Do you know how fucking good you look in my bed?” he whispers as he crawls over my body.
“Not as good as you look crawling over me like that,” I breathe.
Our lips connect and he holds himself over me, resting on his elbows. His hips push forward and he grinds his cock up against my stomach. Oh dear God. My eyes close in pleasure. His lips drop to my breasts when he bites and, as if not being able to get enough, he sucks his way down my body. He nips my hipbone and I jump, but he grabs my legs and pins them to the mattress.
His dark eyes hold mine, ablaze with desire. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a man more aroused. This is off the hook.
“Dinner time,” he whispers as his tongue swipes through my flesh.
Holy shit! I convulse with pleasure and he smiles against me. His tongue laps at me, softly at first, and then deeper and deeper until I begin to lift off the bed to meet his mouth.
His eyes close in pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he purrs.
“Oh.” I sigh as my body shudders and I grab the back of his head with both hands. Please don’t come… please don’t come already. Show some restraint, for God’s sake.